Damaged

Chapter 3

It all fall apart after that day. He saw me at school. He tried talking to me. I would push him away. But it is the truth. He was a horny bastered. But that didn't bother me. It was the thought of our friendship being ruined. "Hey how are you?" Zander asked me. He looked sad that we weren't friends. I was sorta upset and sad as well. But he got to personal and into my pants. He was just playing me as far as I know. "Jax  look I know what I did was wrong. And maybe I should've not gone to that extreme. So please talk to me Jax." Zander asked me. I knew the next path I took could lead to a horrible eighth grade year. "Look Zander you probably played me. And that is not all of it. You knew  Skyler was into you. And instead of telling me you decided to keep it until I told you she was going to talk to me. Even then you sorta kept it to yourself." I told him as I got m stuff from my locker. I was really angry at him. "I'm sorry Jax. Please forgive me and we can still be friends?" Zander told me. He looked at me really sad. He had puppy eyes. And I do know how to say no to that. "Sorry Zander we can't be friends and I can't forgive you. Sorry." I responded as I started walking to fourth. 

Look I know I didn't forgive him or become his friend was wrong. I just lost my best friend. But I'm not ready hang out with him just yet. "So I saw you and Zander discussing something in the hall." Xavier asked. He was a total chill guy to be with. He seemed concerned of what me and Zander were talking about it. It seemed suspicious. "Who told you to ask me? Because I knew you don't care about my social life since the six grade. So spill it!" I told him. I said it loud enough that the whole class heared. Their heads turned to us. Our math teacher never gives a fuck about what happens. She is always is crying over her ex husbanded and his new wife. So basically we don't learn shit in this class. I heared a knock on the door. "Yes," the teacher asked. She sobbed as she answered. "Can I talk to Jax miss?" A familiar voice was in my head. I heated the voice that I heared. The voice of what sounded like a knife threw my head.

The teacher turned and pointed for me to go out the door. I did as she said. I didn't want to but im not going to be a jerk. "Ok miss do I take my stuff?" I asked her. All I had was a Jansport backpack. Which inside had a binder full of note books of every class. So like 8 in a binder. "Yes please take it with you and from there go to your seventh period." She told me. I was surprised she would tell me that. "Okay miss. I'll be on my way know." I said as I sung my backpack on and walked towards the door.

"Look I'm sorry. I want my best friend back. I know what I did was wrong. Or shall I say we did was wrong but it won't happen again." Zander told me. I looked around not knowing what to say. All I could think is that if my mom and dad were to stay this wouldn't have happened. "Look I don't know what to say. But once I do I'll tell you or text you. Deal?" I asked Zander stretching my hand out for a shake. "Sure." He said as he reached out for my hand. And well the feeling of his hand squeezing his made me happy. I guess it wasn't a bad thing to make this deal.

I walked towards art. I acctually liked this class. All we do is sit there and work on a project of what ever we want. I looked around the hall. Empty. I walked towards the bathroom and entered the area away from the hall. The back basically. Once I entered I reached for my phone. I heared a voice. A voice that has whispered in my ear. A voice from math. Xavier's voice. "Well what do we have hear? A little boy and his phone. Who you texting? Your boy friend?" Xavier teased me. He was such a fucking dick. Also an idiot in some cases. But mostly a dick. "What do you want Xavier? And no I don't have a boyfriend and can you please stop teasing me. I hate it." I responded in a rude tone. He looked at me surprised. He likes being the tough one. "You know exactly what I want. Information." He leaned closer into my ear and whispered. What happened between you and Zander. He looked at me. His index finger was under my chin.

I knew that is what he wanted. What a dick and a bitch. All he wants is gossip. And I'm not a big fan of gossip. "Fine I'll tell you." I responded. He looked at me amazed and exited. "Then tell me!" He shouted and pressed my wrists against the restroom wall. "Okay okay. He came over and we drank. We got drunk and well we weren't thinking straight." I explained. He looked at me in amazement. Then he finished my story. "Then you guys fucked. Well that is interesting and amazing." Xavier said. He looked amazed. He loved the news. "Well I guess you completed your story and well your free." He looked at me and smiled. What was going on. He was scaring the shit out of me. He looked at me and then leaned in and kissed me. What the fuck is going on. He was straight. He liked girls. He doesn't like guys. Why is this happening to me. Is Xavier telling me something.

The kiss lasted about three minutes. It ended when we heared the bell. "What was that about?" I got the courage to ask him. "Wait for me after school!" He shouted as he left the bathroom. I got my stuff and ran out the bathroom. I probably crashed into about 15 people on the way out. I ran to the end of the fine arts hall. It was packed than usual. This was not normal. It is to packed more than usually. I walked towards the art room and saw Zander in the air and then go down. After that I ran to the front of the crowd. I saw Zander punching Xavier. It scared me.

"You like him don't you. Admitted it you do!" Zander yelled. This was not like him. Is he jealous? But why? We aren't even going out or friends. It was weired. "Let me go you stupid jealous bitch. You're fucking crazy. Stop punching me you fucking creep!" Xavier yelled at him. I walked into the fight to stop it and so did Xavier's best friend Victor. Oh how I hate him. "I saw you make out with Jax you bitch!" Zander yelled. As I was going to get Xavier away and Victor leaned in to get Zander; he sang his arm at Xavier but punched me instead. I fell to the floor unconscious.